The Octopus
Tell me, O Octopus, I begs
Is those things arms, or is they legs?
I marvel at thee, Octopus;
If I were thou, I’d call me Us.
There are many who dare not kill themselves for fear of what the neighbors will say.
It seldom pays to be rude. It never pays to be only half-rude.
I believe no one qualification is so likely to make a good writer, as the power of rejecting his own…